Monday, May 26, 2014

After work Thursday night Rick and I went to look at a house
in Hayford Heights in Farmingdale. Nice
house, good price, but zero room to park a camper so just doesn’t really work
for us. I then went to KLFI to pick up
my order of locally grown and raised food: crabcakes from Hallowell Sea Food,
some chicken, sausage, greens, chives, granola, and a few other things. Had to stop by Hannaford to supplement my
local food with a few bottles of wine and some beer as well as the usual
staples, and got to camp and rushed to put away my groceries as I’d planned to
meet Betty in Hallowell for music by Chris Paulson at Hatties. However, just as I put on my jacket and
walked out the door I realized how much I really just wanted to stay at camp
and listen to the peeper, bullfrogs, and loons, so turned around and came back
in. I texted Betty to let her know I
wasn’t going to make it and invited her out to hang me with at camp and she
accepted. We had a wonderful evening;
drank almost two bottles of wine and had a great chat. Fortunately she’d brought her overnight
necessities so we realized after the first bottle that she wasn’t driving
anyplace.

Friday afternoon Rick came out and we had plans to go out
that night but again, the loons and peepers were calling and we decided at the
last minute to stay in. Fortunately we had the crab cakes and veggies from KLFI
so was able to make a delicious meal and open a bottle of wine. Lovely night.

Saturday I had three houses to look at while Rick went to
Belgrade Lakes to talk with a guy about our cottage whose foundation appeared
to be collapsing. Thirty grand to fix it
perfect and now we need to get an estimate to demolish it. Both will be presented to any prospective
buyers but it’s gonna be the cottage “as is.”
A couple of houses on the Kennebec River in Randolph were pretty sweet
but one was well within the flood zone and I just don’t want to have to deal
with that and the other was gorgeous with a delightful enclosed porch
overlooking the river from high out of the flood plain but would take a major amount
of yard work to keep it up and I don’t think Rick wants that kind of commitment
in our retirement home. We also looked
at a ranch with a two car attached garage in a nice Augusta neighborhood but it
was just a tad too small inside, plus it needed all the aromatic carpet
replaced. Another pass. We figured out that was house #15 we’d looked
at. The search continues.

So we came home had a late lunch and I think we both read
and napped, waking up about 7 pm to wonderment about what might be for
dinner. I had bought the makings for
English muffin pizza Thursday night at Hannaford so that along with some
leftover salad from last night and some nice Mountain Ale brewed in Stowe, VT
made a delicious meal.

Sunday
Justin came out and helped clean up the yard and everything is looking
great.

He
left and Rick headed home to mow the Belgrade Lakes house and I decided to
spend my first solo night at camp. I finished
most of my book and puttered around outside for a while. Put another crab cake in the toaster oven and
tossed together some more salad and enjoyed another delicious meal.

Friday, May 16, 2014

Got woken up by a text this morning about 9:30 (yup, 9:30) from my lovely neighbor, Christine, to meet at the point for a chat. I brought a couple cups of coffee and we sat on the rocks and caught up with each other. She had her two sweet little four legged friends. It was a little blustery but the morning sun kept us warm. Chris had to move on with her agenda for the day but I came back home and grabbed some more coffee and my Kindle and read and watched all the activity in our usual quiet little corner. The town maintenance crew came and did their spring cleaning of the beach and I had to appreciate how fortunate we are to have such close proximity to the waterfront without having to pay waterfront taxes or to maintain the area. The town does a good job on the public beach, though I have to say our shared private access point is currently pretty littered and junky from our neighbor who just doesn't know how to respect a piece of property and clean up after himself. He's got too many toys to properly care for so his winter's ice shack is sitting out there along with the summer's 50 feet of docks, so it's a little hard to reach the rocky shoreline. He's got a huge pile of trash and pallets stacked up and obviously plans a substantial bonfire though hopefully on a less blustery day than today.

They did a nice job cleaning up the public beach area.

Headed back across the street to our house(s).

Across the cute little bridge Rick made for us.

To hang out on the deck.

reading my Kindle and watching the ubiquitous and vocal goldfinch, cardinals, and all the other usual suspects.

About Me

"Embrace insecurity by living each moment intensely as it happens." Alan Watts
"Give me your heart, make it real or else forget about it." Santana
Yes, I'm an enigma. Who is one dimensional? I'm a work in progress; constantly changing and growing. Yet the basics pretty much remain constant. Passionate, sensual, loving, loyal, ethical, dependable, compassionate, etc. etc.
I love to kayak in the summer, throw pottery in the winter, and dance all year round.